Little death by fire

He tasted of bad decisions and matured whiskey...
He smelled like ocean thunderstorms, coconuts and sunshine.  
He felt right in all the wrong ways, hard and silky, the embodyment of my darkness...
He was a fate worse than death... killing me softly with rough hands and smooth lips.
 
His wicked touch could set fire to the rain and drench me in flames.
A steel-tongued Lucifer, asking to grant my every, deep, desire.
He makes my daemons shift restlessy in their cages, shuddering and shattering the bars.
Hell is loose inside me and only he can dance with my devils. Only he can sate them.
 
My bleeding soul drips on the pages of my obsession as he rubs my mind and soul raw.
I'm fucked up. But he likes that. The broken girl that rose from hell with her demons on leashes.
He calls me a force of nature... unapologetic and unyielding. No mercy in my wanting...
I have left cities and bridges burned in my wake and bathed in the ashes of the ruins.
 
He admires how I hold myself together in the light.
He loves tearing me apart in the stillness of the night.
He longs to spill my sweetness and watch me writhe in the flames.
He is an inferno and I want to be burned alive...
 
Both of us will gladly burn in this heavenly hell of our own making.
Torture and bliss. War and peace. Wrapped within eachother's flesh.
He is a glorious fuck. All muscle and gasoline. Fuel for my fire.
A huge... personality, that fills me to bursting with delerious rapture.
 
I need to be a heap of wet, quaking, out-of-breath, screaming, sweaty flesh.
Slowly, deliberately and deeply driven into submission, yet unwilling to relinquish control.
Wanting to dominate and be dominated in unexpected, delicious ways.
O Lord! How I want to dance with that Devil again and again!  
 
True distruction lies within the flames of the fires that you set inside of me.
From ashes, the Phoenix will rise. From blackened earth, forests will grow.
Unhinge, disturb, unsettle my mind. Devour, scorch and brand my skin.
Destroy me, Darling, in the crimson glow and resurrect me from my scorched heap of bones.